Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.